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In the messy living room, which had clearly only recently been cleaned up, the two men who had just been fighting to the death were now discussing a political figure.

It had to be said, it was exceedingly bizarre.

Zhou You remained quite calm—not because he insisted on putting on airs, but because panicking wouldn't help anyway. Besides, he was the sort who went with the flow. Since the other party clearly wanted something from him, he might as well first see what the bastard was after.

Watching the image on the old television, Zhou You rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then answered.

"He cares greatly about his appearance. Judging by his outward appearance, he probably has a certain degree of germophobia. His left hand also seems to have been injured before—it's clearly a little stiff when he raises it."

"That's not what I'm asking." Boss Yi suddenly cut him off. "I'm asking what you think of this person."

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"He's a very seasoned politician, but... how should I put it? He gives off the impression of being indecisive."

Upon hearing that, Boss Yi immediately clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

"Exactly! That guy's great at all those twists and turns, but when it comes to risking his life, he shrivels up faster than anyone else."

Zhou You looked at the man laughing like a madman and raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds like you know this guy pretty well, brother?"

Boss Yi said nonchalantly, "I wouldn't say we're familiar. Rather, no one in this world understands him better than I do."

"How so?"

"Oh, that guy is my older brother."

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, then added another sentence.

"My biological older